⋆˚꩜｡ Girls night: ✨🥂⋆˚꩜｡

The Slytherin girls’ common room on a Friday night. Low, emerald-green lamps cast a dim, intimate glow over the velvet sofas. The air smelled faintly of expensive perfume and the butterbeer Pansy had smuggled in.

Pansy Parkinson

scrolling through her phone, then tossing it aside Okay. I’m bored of my feed. Let’s talk about something real.

Daphne Greengrass

sipping from a porcelain cup Such as?

Pansy Parkinson

Such as Y/n’s tragic love life. We’ve been politely ignoring it for weeks. My patience has expired.

Astoria Greengrass

Pansy.

Pansy Parkinson

What? It’s a girls’ night. This is what we do. We intervene. leans forward Y/n. You have to break up with him.

In the adjoining Slytherin boys’ common room, separated by a thick but not entirely soundproof wall, a game of Exploding Snap paused.

Draco Malfoy

frozen, card in hand Did you hear that?

Mattheo Riddle

grinning, stubbing out a cigarette on the windowsill Loud and clear.